I have never been one for finding myself.

I am lost in the sea of everyone else’s expectations.

Be what they want,

Be who they want

Anything to keep them happy.

But sometimes I cannot.

I fail.

I lose myself in my depression.

I lose who I am.

I try to find who I am,

Me,

My life,

My thoughts.

Who I am.

But I just walk in circles,

I find myself following my own footprints,

Stuck in this continuous circle of sadness.

Never finding who I am.

Believing that there is only this.

And yet,

It feels like there is something more somewhere.

I haven not found that somewhere.

Maybe that somewhere is paradise and happiness where who I am rests,

Or maybe,

Who I am is crying for help,

Who I am is stuck in this circle.

Maybe who I am wants me to be me for once.

Maybe who I am has been here all along.

Maybe who I am is the person I am.

Putting everyone else before me,

Maybe that is who I am,

Maybe that is me.